Winter Winds

Oh when these winter winds they blow

One cannot out and paint the snow

No more a dog with dreams of cats

Can choose to live amongst the rats.


Oh these winter winds are harsh to skin

They chill and burn the soul within

Your light: my shield from most the pain

But distance equals intimate refrain.


Oh these winter winds carry no voice

Not by design but simply choice

And I can’t hear a word you speak

And I can’t hear you should you weep.


No answer now to question rhetoric

Our thoughts are these so symbiotic

Yet thoughts are naught when we this way

Can merely think things wished to say.


These winter winds should turn to spring

When awakened birds begin to sing

And if we should find ourselves now thawed

We can laugh out loud at logic flawed.


© Kris Blackburn 27/02/13


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